“uh…no I don’t think so” she told me

“fine…then no” I told her

“you are…”

“stubborn? I’m aware” I told her smiling then I kissed her cheek then she looked up at a building

“well look at that” she said pointing to a huge billboard “…that’s my girlfriend”

“can we not…” I told her not wanting to look at it

Ever since I landed this huge deal with some company I took off from the journalism dream and went back towards modeling and I booked a Victoria Secret ad, so essentially…my naked body was plastered up alongside a building in downtown LA. I do get noticed here and there…but I don’t focus on the fame, because I’m trying to get Ashley her own…

“damn…look at that” she said nearly drooling “wana sign my boobs?” she asked and I laughed at her

“oh my god! Spencer!” someone said and I turned around and saw some random girls about seventeen and eighteen come up to me and Ashley “can we uh…take a picture with you?”

“uh yeah sure” I replied

“here…I’ll take it” Ashley offered and she took the girls phone and they got into a picture with me

“this is so cool!” one of the girls said “we saw you on tv and then like every article you wrote for Rolling Stone! And we have the cover issue you’re on! We’re like crazy fans” she said

“Aw…thank you” I told them then Ashley came back next to me

“is this your girlfriend?” the other girl asked straight forward then Ashley laughed a little at their persistence

“uh yeah…” I said then Ashley awkwardly waved

“hey” she said and I laughed a little

“she’s hot” the girl said and Ashley laughed again “but we have to go! Thank you so much for the picture!” she said and all of them gave me a hug then I turned to Ashley and wrapped my arms around her waist

“glad I’m not the only one” I told her kissing her quickly

“we’ve officially been out here for five minutes and people already recognized you” she told me

“oh please…ignore them”

“can’t…I’m the official picture taker” she said and I pushed her

“you offered” I told her

“I know…I’m kidding” she told me holding my hand then we kept walking for a few blocks and some random guy with a camera came up to us and started taking pictures

“okay…really?” I asked the guy

“hey it’s my job” he said then we just kept walking and ignored him “this your girlfriend Carlin? What’s her name?” he kept nagging

“get a real job” Ashley snapped at him

“real jobs don’t pay the bills!” he said as we walked into a restaurant and then we sat down quickly and it was some sushi place and Ashley sat across from me and they quickly took our orders, but we told them not to rush

“so tell me again why you wont sing?”

“because I don’t feel like it” she told me

“baby…come on”

“don’t baby me…I’m not singing…”

“your voice is so good Ashley…and unlike every artist out there your lyrics mean something”

“yeah because they’re all about you”

“and I’m sure plenty of people feel the same way about other people that you do about me…I mean if you can relate to your audience…”

“Spencer…I’m singing…I find the artists, I’m not the artist” she said then her phone rang “hey Aiden…really? How’d the sales go?.....no way!.....okay yeah lets meet with them tomorrow then call up Anthony to design the stage set….okay….yeah I’m out with Spencer though…..yeah I’ll call you tomorrow” she said then she hung up her phone

“what’s going on?” I asked her

“uh that band I was telling you about…they have a sold out show at the house of blues…”

“that’s awesome” I told her

“yeah and I know tomorrow’s Sunday and it’s our day but I need to go into the studio and plan out this show…” she said feeling guilty

“that’s fine…I’ve ditched you plenty of times” I told her

“I know…but I hate ditching you” she said

“don’t worry about it…” I replied “…really, work is work”

“I know, and I hate work when it pulls me away from you”

“look, I’ll make you a deal…I’ll take you to one of my Victoria Secret shoots for the day, but you’re only allowed to come to my shoot cause I don’t want you looking at other girls” I told her and she glared at me

“Spence…do you have any idea how sexy you are?” she asked “you’re the only girl I ever need to look at” she told me and I blushed “you’re kind of the hottest girl I’ve ever been with” she said and I laughed a little at the cute face she made

“thank you” I told her

“no…no this is when you say the same thing back” she said

“I need to say it? I thought it was obvious how hot you were”

“yeah…good point” she told me laughing then they brought us our food “saweet” she said looking at the food and I laughed then she looked up smiling at me with a huge grin

“you are such a dork”

“but you love it” she told me

“this is true” I told her

“yeah you love me and my crooked fingers” she said holding up her hand

“oh shut up” I told her “trust me I’d know if they were crooked” I said and she looked up at me quickly then started to laugh

“oh would you now?”

“you are so…ugh!” I told her taking a bite of food and she laughed at me because she always got a kick out of being annoying

“you don’t even think my collar bone is gross?” she said moving her shirt collar over “I mean…I have like a golfball in my neck”

“okay that is kind of gross…I try to ignore it” I told her then people were walking by the window and they just looked at me

“you get used to that hun?” she asked me

“I guess…” I told her “…you’ll be there too, especially if you’re with me…so why not make something out of it?” I asked

“stop it” she said “my music is my own...no one else’s” she told me “you ever think you’d be there? On a billboard or on a tv commercial?”

“what’s that supposed to mean?” I asked her

“no…no I mean like, 5 years ago did you ever picture yourself as a Victoria’s Secret model?” she asked me

“defiantly not…but I don’t know, I don’t want to give up the journalism thing…I mean rolling stone is my life”

“and you shouldn’t give it up”

“just like you shouldn’t give up your music?” I asked her

“I’m not giving up on my music…I’m just not taking it anywhere else” she told me “look I have the ability to produce myself, I can record my own songs, but I’m not going to do it”

“but you should” I told her “look get mad at me or whatever, but I know that you’ll love it if you just try” I said

“what’s there to love? Being away from home eight months out of the year? Not seeing you every day? Somehow I don’t think that’s fun at all” she told me taking another bite of her food

After dinner we walked back down the street and people were taking pictures, but we chose to ignore them “why are you mad at me?” I asked her then she took my hand in hers

“I’m not mad at you…it’s just…think of how much things have changed the past few months.” She told me “…you’re a model and I’m…I’m a record producer, we’re this power couple and I just never took the time to realize it” she said

“yeah I know…” I told her then I put my arm around her lower back “I know” I added kissing her cheek which I’m sure would be on the cover of US Weekly the next day

“I love you Spencer Carlin”

“and I love you Ashley Davies…”  I told her

“oh…uh” she started a little awkward then we stopped “Spencer Carlin…” she started then she dropped to one knee

“oh my…” I gasped

“will you…wait for me while I tie my shoe?” she asked and I hit her with my purse and she tied her shoes

“you ass” I said pushing her then she tried to put her arm around me